Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.